I'm in a weird mood so, I'm writing this.
Strange right?
So let's see, if you're reading this then you're obviously alive.
Being alive is a weird thing isn't it?
If you really think about it, how do we really know we're alive? Because we're warm? Because we can feel?
I think being alive is when your breath catches in your throat and you can finally breathe. Like... breathe, your mind just goes empty, and you can feel everything and nothing at the same time.
I think that's what being alive really is.
Someone I know renders being alive as free falling. The adrenaline pumping, and it seems like everything is frozen in time.
But what really is being alive?
Could it be when we're finally to the point of seeing something in ourselves we've never seen before?
I'm gonna keep this short, but just something I was thinking about...
Anyway have a good day peeps.